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The Walking Dead: Among the Ruined// Spin-Off

Farren - MEC - Buck, John, Oswald Farren blinked in surprise when Buck admitted his profession. Or… former profession. She had watched the sport when she was little girl, but not in many, many years. Still, after a second, she smiled and thought to herself how she knew they had been in good hands when he’d found them last night. Her smiled faded into a small one of understanding when he said things hadn’t ended well with some of the people he’d run into, but ended up blushing herself when he smiled at her at the end of his explanation to John. She looked away and back to Dean who was trying to crawl away and under the table. She struggled to hold on but eventually just let him with a sigh, the boy crawling around by himself but never further than a few feet from his mom. It never even crossed her mind to see Buck as a threat based on what he’d said. She knew she had only known him a few hours longer than the others here at the hospital, but she had a very different impression of the man than she and Dean had had. She got distracted as John spoke directly to Buck about going on the supply run, getting onto Dean for trying to pick very old gum from off the tables’ underside. It was an okay distraction at least though, since Buck leaving her and Dean without him, to go outside the hospital, made her worried when she actually thought about it. “Dean, stop that,” she hissed in a shushing, motherly tone, until she heard her name. She pulled her head up, curtain of brown hair following as she looked with wide eyes at John, listening while he said she would be covering the windows. “Okay, that’s fine,” she smiled, getting distracted again when Dean ran off. Farren rolled her eyes, pushing off from the table. Doing so, her sleeves lifted a bit, revealing bruises that never seemed to leave thanks to the type of lifestyle they were all forced to live nowadays. “Be careful,” Farren whispered with a smile to her friend before the large man left and John began speaking to him. Farren nodded and agreed to take Mr. Oswald back to his room just as soon as she wrangled her boy, which she did with the fluidity of her very practiced hands. “Come on, Mr. Oswald. I think Dean needs a nap. Will you help me get us back to the room?” she asked, never one to treat the elderly like children. The man started from his own nap and smiled, nodding and agreeing but with a twinkle in his eye that showed he probably knew Farren truly meant it was his nap time and not her son’s. As they walked into the hallway to go back to the room, Farren overheard John and Buck’s conversation, making her look back over her shoulder and see Buck looking back at her with the fakest smile she’d ever seen. She chuckled a bit at him, shaking her head with a genuine smile before turning back and going to their rooms. She got Mr. Oswald to his and went to her own room, walking around the room holding Dean tightly to her chest until he passed out. Once he’d done so, Farren tried her darnedest to lay him down without waking him, and barely managed. With some quiet steps an accomplished burglar would admire, Farren slipped from the room. She sighed in relief and laid her back against her door, sliding down it and closing her eyes for a moment.

The Walking Dead: Among the Ruined// Spin-Off

Oh wow, praying for her :(

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i never said i diddnt like the idea. im just a stckler for realism

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The very first sentence says 'fictional' and 'created' so... trying to make it 100% realistic probably won't work.

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Name: Rose Solène Manon Gender: Female Nationality: French Age: 24 Birthplace: outside Rennes, France Occupation: Nurse Appearance: Personality: Gentle, kind, and understands the power of love. She is empathetic, but strong. She is not the type to cry over much but feels tremendously. Secret/Fear: She fears depression Background: (include present life/situation) Born in a small home between the English Channel and Rennes, Rose was one of four children, all girls. She was the last girl, and after she was born, Rose’s mother told her father that she would bear no more children on his behalf. She could not take it again. And so, with three other girls to help with the house work and sewing, and day to day around the home chores, Rose’s father decided to treat Rose the way he might have a son, though he was a bit gentler. Rose didn’t mind, much preferring the out of doors, and picked up her father’s knack for hunting with archery and skinning skills with a knife. Her father had been a soldier previously but had gotten injured and often had to walk with a cane. He still managed to pass on what knowledge he had to her from his days fighting for France, and the little girl soaked it up. Rose was a good student in school. She would have been excellent if her mind had been on arithmetic and not 10 ways to hit Guillaume in the back of the head using her slingshot after he’d made fun of her dress. Rose graduated school and had no idea what she wanted to do besides help people. Most of her female friends were becoming secretaries, teachers, or working for the newspaper, and none of those were compelling enough for her. She began taking some medical training, learning everything she could about being a nurse. The blood never bothered her, after all the hunting she’d done with her father. And she was much better at understanding wounds thanks to some of what her father had taught her as well. But she had something different than him- her mother’s compassion and firmness. Rendering her a competent woman in the field to help all the resistance fighters and just general civilians harmed by the German soldiers. Currently, she works as a nurse in the hospital, but the resistance and Allied fighters know her home, outside of Rennes where the Germans hardly pay attention, is open for them day or night.

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Then I'm in ;)

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Could I play a nurse? :)

The Walking Dead: Among the Ruined// Spin-Off

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The Walking Dead: Among the Ruined// Spin-Off

Farren – MEC – Buck/John/ Robert/Victoria Farren nodded as Mr. Oswald explained his time since the world had gone to hell. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered when Robert said his wife was departed. Farren hesitated to answer his questions about her and her son though, seeing as how it might be easier to wait until they were all gathered. She was sure the security guard from last night had that among the questions he was interested in asking. And as if on cue, up walked the red headed teen and John, hugging the elderly man. Farren glanced to Buck as he only spoke of the time since he’d known Farren. And after his cry of ‘No, you won’t take them too,’ she could only imagine the last thing he wanted to talk about was what he’d been through. It was a hard question for most. “We’re a lot nicer than a shed though right?” she smirked, teasing Buck and bumping him slightly with her hip. She caught Buck’s wink when he addressed Victoria and smiled, glad he was trying to apologize a bit. Although discreet, Farren picked up on John’s smile to her son. She turned to Dean and smirked at him. He was busy looking between each person. Bucks outrageous beard. Mr. Oswald’s friendly smile. Tori’s bright hair. John’s warmth. Dean was a bit overwhelmed at seeing all the people though and so he just stared, little lips parted into a small ‘o’ shape and eyes bright. Farren looked back to John and smiled back and him as he smiled at her, nodding a greeting. She was glad things were already seeming more smooth than they had the night before. Farren was surprised when John instructed that Buck was to take Victoria on a supply run. Apparently, he trusted Buck more than Farren had estimated. Probably more than Buck had estimated as well. “You’ll count yourself lucky to have him if things go south,” she smiled reassuringly to Victoria, remembering the night before. She owed her life to him as much as he did to her. “Little guy here ate most of the yogurt,” Farren admitted, looking a little embarrassed to have let him scarf down two things of yogurt. But with it laying right there she’d hardly been able to deny him. “But I ate. Buck didn’t,” she added, wanting to make sure Buck got something to eat before this supply run he was supposed to take. Being a mother to one made her want to mother others even when they didn’t need it sometimes. “Dean and I are fine though,” she reassured John with a nod. Farren followed down towards the lunchroom, bobbing her son on her hip a little when John spoke about the toy room, making Dean smirk and look between the two of them. She sat down with him at the table when John motioned for everyone to, son still attached to her hip. She took in everything John was asking her to explain, and looked downward. She looked back up and decided to just be as frank as possible. “Prior to the outbreak I was a conservationist at a National Forest area. I have a Bachelor’s in biology. I grew up just a few hours away from here I think. It takes so much longer by foot,” she said, a weary smile from memories of constantly being on the move flashing through her deep blue eyes. “Dean is allergic to bananas and penicillin. I’m not allergic to anything and I don’t have any medical needs that require anything. He doesn’t either. I’m afraid I don’t stay in one place long enough to learn much, so I don’t have anything to add when it comes to news from the outside world,” she ended, clearing her throat and glancing to Buck, as sure he’d have something to say.